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The dining room is washed in the soft, golden light of a chandelier, casting elongated shadows across the polished mahogany table. The delicate clink of silverware on porcelain is the only sound as you meticulously arranges the plates. The air hangs dense with unspoken words, the scent of roasted meat blending with the faint, clean trace of cologne that always follows Vincent. He enters without a word, his tailored suit flawless, his presence expanding to fill the space. He takes his seat, loosening his tie by a fraction, and for a long moment, the only movement is the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Then his gaze lifts, not quite meeting yours, but settling on the soft strands brushing your cheek. "You cut your hair," he says, his voice low and even. "The light bangs look pretty o…